Marazaan
In the early hours
of the dark morning
while my body lays in sleep.
My soul lifts up
and drifts away
for me and you to meet.
Hand in Hand.
Floating hihg, nothing else exists,
our souls are one
and hearts are joined
as we travel through the mist.
Soon the sun comes up
and the light creeps in
and your hand slips from mine.
My soul returns
my body wakes
and my heart begins to die.
If I don't survive and night fall comes
and we can't meet again,
my soul will roam
and search the next life
with hope to fing you then.
[From: M to me]
20080126©
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My Hopes
Theres so many things in this life
That we can not explain
I hope that on the other side
We will meet again
I hope that by this time
We will understand
I hope that our souls
Will be joined in heart and hand
I hope that god tests our love
When we are on this plain
And that he has the wisdom
To join us once again
I hope that we can open up
And give this love a chance
So we can be together
In heart, in soul and hand
poem by Kevin Campbell
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Soul’s relation to body
I love you; who is ‘I’- soul or body?
I won over your heart; you stole my heart.
Heart- do we mean the corporal one?
Soul, the fire, catches the body, the wood.
Soul to soul and body to body, no love sparks.
Soul in body loves soul in body.
Souls or bodies exclusively love not.
Soul and body are not like air and balloon.
Soul and body is like heat and body.
3.01.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Body And Soul
rise with me this body of mine
sail with me o' soul of thine
for mine is a matter of time
to mold a body of mine
and have a kind
i prefer, as without me
there is none, and without you
there is no me
send me a sense to my body
o' body of mine
a friend and shadow of mine
without a dime
take me from wrong to conformity
lead me from animosity
unchain my soul from vanity
for mine is a body and soul
detach me from the unknown
shine on me o' body and soul
bring me a blessing to my soul
connect and share with me o' body of mine
laugh and talk with me so fine
run and steady with me so divine
the body of my soul and awhile
take me back to my body as a child
...possibly not! i presume...
if i die, you too die
and there is no more of me then
from whence to the end
for i live(d) with you 'til then
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'footsteps' june 2012 v.7
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poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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When That Body And The Soul Meets
If it's felt with-in-side,
And you've got it
That good rhythm!
That rhythm would be in your feet.
If you've got it!
You'd feel it with each patting,
Tapping out a movement
That begins your feet,
Patting beats.
Rhythmically.
If it's felt with-in-side,
And you've got it.
That good rhythm!
That rhythm would be in your feet.
If you've got it!
You'd feel it with each,
Patting of.
Both your feet.
If it's there you've got to rock it.
When that body and the soul meets.
It's a feeling you must reveal.
When that body and the soul meets.
It's that feeling done on dance floors,
When that body and the soul meets.
And benefits the one who's real.
When that body and the soul meets.
If it's there you've got to rock it.
When that body and the soul meets.
It's a feeling you must reveal.
When that body and the soul meets.
It's that feeling done on dance floors,
When that body and the soul meets.
And benefits the one who's real.
When that body and the soul meets.
It's a feeling you must reveal.
When that body and the soul meets.
If it's there you've got to rock it.
When that body and the soul meets.
It's a feeling you must reveal.
When that body and the soul meets.
If it's there you've got to rock it.
When that body and the soul meets.
It's a feeling you must reveal.
When that body and the soul meets.
If it's there you've got to rock it.
When that body and the soul meets.
When that body and the soul meets.
It's a feeling you must reveal.
When the body and soul meet,
It's revealing.
When the soul and body meet.
It's revealing.
And healing.
Few people believe.
When the body and soul meet,
It's revealing.
When the soul and body meet.
It's revealing.
And healing.
Few people believe.
When the body and soul meet,
It's revealing.
When the soul and body meet.
It's revealing.
And healing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aura
The air was dark
The moon was dark
The night was dark
The cloud was dark
The heat was dark
The stars were black
The birds were black
The eyes were black
The shadows were black
The planes were black
A sound of night
The hearts of night
A chase at night
A fall at night
No help at night
The night is night
Where is my sight
I have no sight
Your light was sight
No light no sight
No one in sight
The dark in sight
Don't call my name
What's my name
They call my name
That's not my name
Who said its my name
I have no name
You took my same
It was our same
She was our same
She's now your same
Its all the same
I'm not the same
Judas and my hand
You took my hand
'I do' my hand
You kissed my hand
You broke my hand
You fell my hand
A tear in sand
A heart in sand
A body in sand
Alone in sand
A dust in sand
At home in sand.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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I HeartSense
My ear presses against thy heart
I hear it beat, we art never apart
My hand blesses thy hearts prayer
And its love, mine hand wear
My eyes feast on thy heart crimson red
By its nectar, mine heart eyes are fed
My palette taste thine heart sweet
And by my tongue, thy soul I meet
My nose senses thine hearts perfume
Wert in my heart thy heart consume…
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Reincarnation Revisited
when we meet again
we keep
the indention of distance
somehow i touch you
but you deny it
when you comply with
a wry smile
i shall pretend that
nothing affects me
then we go hand and hand
in the journey
into another time another place
begrudged
i must realize that these are not the hands
i love
into another body into another mind
i know what i am looking for
how shall i know that it is the same soul?
shall my heart still recognize whom?
or this love is nothing but another kind of fading light
and into the darkness also shall forget itself
its roots
it flowers all gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For mum.
Last night when I just couldn't sleep,
My Duaghter's voice I did hear so loud and clear
I opened my eyes and had a glance around,
But she did not appear she didn't show herself to me.
She said: Please mum You've got to listen.
You've got to try and understand;
God Hasn't taken me from you,
He only took my hand.
When I cried out in pain that fatful night,
It was in that instant that I did die.
He reached down and took my hand,
And brought me to his side.
He pulled me up and saved my ragged soul,
From the misery and pain.
My body was hurt so badly inside
He knew that if I tried to live on in this world
I Would never be the same.
My search is well and truly over now,
I've found happiness at the close of day.
My body's gone forever, my spirit will never die!
So you need to go and live on now,
please understand,
God didn't take me from you,
He only took my hand.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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For literature sake.
When the body ages, does the soul do?
When the body gets wounds, does the soul suffer?
Are body and soul like sac and air?
Not so obviously.
Are body and soul like flesh and heat?
Might be.
Does not soul die when body dies, then?
Heart is not the seat of emotion, but brain.
Soul is not distinct to be treated so.
Yet soul is distinct for literature sake.
18.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Soul
tonight how can i be alone
with my soul immersed
inside a matter of not having
to point the edge where substance
begins where ether ends
mesh and mash and wires and
trenches
the body feels a fenced property
on the other hand the soul feels
this energy of atomic particles
radiating like light penetrating glass
a quantum physics kept
which a want to read and yet
i cannot really understand too well
this intertwining of soul and body
of thoughts and awareness
of laughter and silence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Hand
only the human hand,
the caring hand,
the hand covered in blood
and filth, the hand swollen
bruised, and beaten...
the open hand,
not a fist anymore hand,
not afraid to let go hand,
never letting go hand...
feed the baby, plow the field hand,
stroke the face of
the old woman dying hand...
light the fires, sweep the floors hand...
the praying hand, the picking hand,
the paint the soul hand...
only the human hand
can touch with the heart of God!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A battle between soul and death
My body has become a battle field,
Battle, a fierce battle, I cried in pain,
As death comes and fights to pull the soul,
Nothing happens as death has no gain.
I have been a heart and gastric patient,
My body burns with a wound of heart,
And my heart burns with it's own light,
But soul and death wrestle part to part.
A great war took place in my body,
Death violently ordered to the soul to surrender,
But soul is not ready to surrender then war began,
Many souls and deaths saw the war and wonder.
What about my body? I shouted at them,
My body has been burning since long,
Listening this, death laughed and soul hit it,
Soul told me that “death is going to do you wrong”.
You go away otherwise the death harms you,
Soul strongly pushed to the death and saved me,
I forever pray to God to give strength to my soul,
I am very thankful to my soul to protect me like a bee.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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To My Wife
Oft in the night, from this lone room
I long to fly o’er land and sea,
To pierce the dark, dividing gloom,
And join myself to thee.
And thou to me wouldst gladly fly,
I know thee well, my own true wife!
We feel, that when we live not nigh,
We lose the crown of life.
Yet soon I hope, at dead of night,
To meet where all is strange beside,
And mid the train’s resounding flight
To have thee by my side.
Then shall I feel that thou art near,
Joined hand to hand and soul to soul;
Short will that happy night appear,
As through the dark we roll.
Then shall the secret of the will,
That dares not enter into bliss;
That longs for love, yet lingers still,
Be solved in one long kiss.
I, drinking deep of thy rich love,
Thou feeling all the strength of mine,
Our souls will rise in faith above
The cares which make us pine.
Till I give thee, thou giving me,
As that which either loves the best,
To Him that loved us both, that He
May take us to His rest.
Wandering and weak are all our prayers,
And fleeting half the gifts we crave;
Love only, cleansed from sins and cares,
Shall live beyond the grave.
Strengthen our love, O Lord, that we
May in Thine own great love believe
And, opening all our soul to Thee,
May Thy free gift receive.
All powers of mind, all force of will,
May lie in dust when we are dead,
But love is ours, and shall be still,
When earth and seas are fled.
poem by James Clerk Maxwell
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My Soul
My soul is not the coward
that my body seems to be.
For my soul does remember
that my body will be free,
free of all its fears and fright
while passing through this earth,
free to experience once again
a brand new type of birth.
My soul is always patient.
Sometimes my body's not.
For my soul exists forever
while my body's just a dot
in the vastness of experience
that's come and gone for me.
And so patiently I'm learning
to acquire tranquility.
My soul will never leave me
as seasons come and go.
But my body will finally say adieu
to happiness and woe.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Roaming...
when the soul is blocked
there is a reason, could be that the soul has become too familiar
and as it insists, has become too unpleasant
for the body,
at 2: 30 in the morning the body is behaving like a dead man,
pretending, perhaps since there is still that
alcoholic breath, saliva sticking and
nostrils wriggling
a mosquito bite becomes too irrelevant,
a cockroach tumbles down on your hair and
laughs,
nothing is happening to life,
the soul and body at war, there is this room closed,
morning light seeking an entrance
to a night window
that is still magnetized to
dream.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Chocolate Soul
As the day begins the dreams reveal
The night before was a unconscious feel
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving more time to heal
Tears don't necessary lend a hand
The exotic points are about to extend
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving more time to heal
Knowing that hi points touch the thighs
Leaving the feeling of passion within your eyes
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving more time to heal
Touching your skin beyond ectasy
Is Breathtaking enough to calm the seas
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving time to heal
Piercing eyes creep through the pane
Embarrassment captures your every saying
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving time to heal
Once more you catch your breath
The feeling of euphoria is beyond wealth
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving time to heal
Once more you catch your breath
Passion and Envy are tied up in self
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving time to heal
Finally the day has end
Remember to touch, feel and speak
Encounters the moments of the soul being weak
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving time to heal
Once more you catch your breath
The shivers are a response of something else
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving time to heal
The moral of the story may seem unclear
Come closer to me and never fear
Soothing your body from every end
Chocolate Soul is giving time to heal
poem by Natasha McGee
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Souls are born
Souls are born leaders-
But a stranger's come calling,
Trying to open a door;
For sure opening windows.
Soul's all dressed up,
Body lagging behind
Following the bright lights,
Like shepherds hunting babies.
Body the sluggard; body the receptacle
Of so much light, amid time-crazed journeys;
Body follows maps, soul the guiding stars..
Soul knows not where the body's going
But only what happens, when it gets there.
poem by Patti Masterman
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To Artina
I will take you heart.
I will take your soul out of your body
As though I were God.
I will not be satisfied
With the touch of your hand
Nor the sweet of your lips alone.
I will take your heart for mine.
I will take your soul.
I will be God when it comes to you.
poem by Langston Hughes
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Death is a divorce
Death is a divorce.
The soul and the body are separated.
The soul escapes; the body decays.
Who is the cause: the soul or the body?
‘It is the body’, accuses the soul,
‘As it went unfit.’ ‘It is the soul’
Reprimands the body, ‘which found me stale.’
Who is the male: the soul or the body?
‘Male is the body’ complains the soul,
‘In whose home I entered as a bride.’
‘Male is the soul’ retorts the body,
‘Who deserted me to seek the other.’
Death is the divorce,
Where both separate.
11.02.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love Poem
Yours is the face that the earth turns to me,
Continuous beyond its human features lie
The mountain forms that rest against the sky.
With your eyes, the reflecting rainbow, the sun's light
Sees me; forest and flower, bird and beast
Know and hold me forever in the world's thought,
Creation's deep untroubled retrospect.
When your hand touches mine it is the earth
That takes me--the green grass,
And rocks and rivers; the green graves,
And children still unborn, and ancestors,
In love passed down from hand to hand from God.
Your love comes from the creation of the world,
From those paternal fingers, streaming through the clouds
That break with light the surface of the sea.
Here, where I trace your body with my hand,
Love's presence has no end;
For these, your arms that hold me, are the world's.
In us, the continents, clouds and oceans meet
Our arbitrary selves, extensive with the night,
Lost, in the heart's worship, and the body's sleep.
poem by Kathleen Jessie Raine
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